|Love and War
Author: magistrate PM
Contrary to popular belief, nothing in love is fair.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Angst/Romance - Rinoa H. - Words: 414 - Reviews: 7 - Favs: 3 - Published: 11-25-02 - Status: Complete - id: 1085481
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Love and War
Love is like war: simple to begin, but the devil to get out of.
I... really hate it, sometimes. I hate the smiles, I hate the frowns, I hate the words. I hate the way people look at me and expect things from me. I hate the way people look at me and expect that I can't do anything. I hate it.
I hate my childhood. I hate the fact that I feel guilty for having a childhood to hate.
I hate... him.
But it's not really that. No, it's not that at all. I love him. And that's what I hate most of all.
I hate that he loves me so much, and that I don't love him enough. I hate the way it feels when he smiles at me--because I don't deserve to be the only person who can get to those smiles. I hate being the one, the only one--because I'm drifting away, and he's bleeding me dry.
I'm not strong enough, not in any way. I can't live the way he does, and I can't force him to live the way I do. And I can't leave him. Not without hurting him in a way no one deserves to be hurt, a way he's already been hurt too many times. I... can't do that to him.
But I can't do this to myself.
It's... so miserable.
But I blame myself. I'm the only one I can blame. I'm the one who was pressing forward, who was demanding. I should have listened. I should have listened because I should have been more careful. I shouldn't have treated this like a game, because it's not. It's far too serious for that.
I thought I was serious. And somehow, I managed to convince everyone else of it, too. But I was just a silly little girl, playing with fire when I shouldn't have been, too excited to stop, to blind to care.....
I've grown up now, and I can see a lot more. I can see how this will end up--how it's bound to play out. And I hate it.
But I have only myself to blame.